Cyberjack (1995) - full transcript

In the near future Nassim, terrorist leader, storms computer company headquarters. His aim is deadly computer virus that could bring him world domination. Nick, company janitor and ex-cop, will get in his way.

(silence)

[SIREN]

REMIND ME TO QUIT

MY JOB TOMORROW.

AND WHAT, MISS ALL

THIS FUN? HUH?

HA HA!

VAPOR BOMBS?

DRIVE MUCH?

IS THAT BETTER?

SHOW-OFF.

HA HA HA HA.

50 SAYS HE TAKES US

TO GHOST TOWN, HUH?

YOU'RE ON.

I'M GONNA GET HIM FIRST.

OOH.

THIS GUY IS GREAT.

[SQUEALING TIRES]

WHERE'D HE GO?

[KEYSTROKES]

HE'S RIGHT THERE

ON THE SCREEN.

[SQUEALING TIRES]

[ENGINE STOPS]

[SCREECHING TIRES]

SO, HOW ABOUT

THEM NEPTUNES?

AMEN.

I'M UP 10 GRAND THIS MONTH.

THEY STILL NEED

AN OUTFIELD.

WHAT ARE YOU TALKIN' ABOUT?

THEY GOT A GREAT OUTFIELD.

HEY, NICK,

EVER SEE WHAT A RAT DOES

WHEN HE'S CORNERED?

NO, BUT I GOT

A PRETTY GOOD IDEA.

FIRST,

HE SHITS HIS PANTS.

AND THEN...

Criminal: HE WIPES HIS ASS.

NANCE!

DROP IT!

GEE, OFFICER, WAS I

REALLY GOIN' THAT FAST?

DROP IT.

YOU AIN'T GOT

NO PLACE TO GO, PAL.

NEITHER DO YOU,

SHITBAG.

NOW DROP THE GUN,

OR SHE DIES.

JUST DROP THE GUN,

AND YOU BOTH LIVE.

DON'T DO IT, NICK,

HE'LL KILL US BOTH.

YEAH, GO AHEAD,

OFFICER...

MAYBE YOU FEEL

LUCKY TONIGHT.

YOU GOT A CLEAN SHOT.

[GUNSHOT]

UHH!

[SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE]

[RINGING]

HEY, HEY, SHITBIRD,

YOU FORGET SOMETHIN'?

IT'S PAYDAY.

I TOLD YOU,

SCHRECK, FRIDAY.

UH-UH-UH.

NO DICE, SWEETHEART.

LOOK, YOU'LL

GET YOUR MONEY.

[SIGH]

YOU'RE ON A LOSING

STREAK, SHITBIRD.

YOU SHOULD FIND YOURSELF

A NEW TEAM...

BEFORE YOU STRIKE OUT...

PERMANENTLY.

[SIREN]

YOU GOT A CLEAN SHOT, NICK.

YOU GOT A CLEAN SHOT!

[GUNSHOT]

Female computer voice:

CAUTION.

YOU ARE ENTERING

A SECURED PERIMETER.

PLEASE SUBMIT TO

A RETINAL IDENTITY SCAN.

I LOVE IT WHEN

YOU TALK DIRTY.

JAMES NICHOLAS,

CUSTODIAL ENGINEER,

YOU ARE CLEARED

TO ENTER.

THANK YOU.

YOU'RE WELCOME,

NICK.

HEY, JOHNNY.

WELL, IF IT AIN'T

THE LEAN, MEAN

CLEANING-MACHINE.

YOU KNOW HOW YOU CAN TELL

YOU'RE IN TROUBLE, JOHNNY?

HOW'S THAT?

WHEN THE BEST OFFER

YOU HAD IN 3 YEARS

COMES FROM

A LASER CANNON.

CATCH THE GAME

LAST NIGHT?

YOU MEAN THE TURKEY SHOOT?

LET ME GUESS. YOU BET

ON THE TURKEY AGAIN.

GOTTA START WINNIN'

SOMETIME, RIGHT?

Johnny:

MORNING, DR. ROYCE.

HAVE A NICE DAY,

DR. ROYCE.

YOU OUGHT TO CHECK

THAT OUT, NICK.

YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY

ABOUT COMPUTER

SCIENTISTS.

WHAT?

LOOSEN 'EM UP WITH

A LITTLE ALGEBRA,

THEY GO WILD!

I THINK I'D HAVE

BETTER LUCK WITH

THE LASER CANNON.

[BUZZING]

PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME,

DR. ROYCE,

HOW CAN YOU MAKE

A VIRUS PROGRAM THINK?

BY MERGING IT WITH

NEUROLOGICAL PROTOPLASMA.

THE MENTAL COMPONENT

DIRECTS THE VIRUS,

MUCH LIKE THE HUMAN MIND

DIRECTS ITS THOUGHTS.

THE THEORY IS QUITE

SIMPLE, MR. OSHIGA.

SO A COMPANY,

SUCH AS YOURS,

WOULD PURPOSEFULLY

INTRODUCE THE VIRUS

INTO ITS DATABASE--

AFTER THEY'VE PAID US

A STANDARD FEE OF COURSE.

Mr. Oshiga:

OH, OF COURSE. HA HA.

BUT INSTEAD OF

DESTROYING INFORMATION,

THE VIRUS THINKS ITS WAY

THROUGH THE SYSTEM,

EXPOSING THE SYSTEM'S

VULNERABILITIES AND

WEAKNESSES

AND MAKES ALL

THE NECESSARY

SAFEGUARDS.

LIKE COMPUTER

INOCULATION.

AH, EXACTLY.

HACKERS, CYBERJACKS,

ALL FORMS

OF INFORMATION DISEASE

WILL SOON

BE THINGS OF THE PAST.

VERY GOOD.

IN THEORY.

YES, WELL, I THINK THAT

JUST ABOUT DOES IT HERE,

MR. OSHIGA.

WOULD YOU LIKE TO VISIT

OUR VIRTUAL REALITY LAB?

WE HAVE A BELLY DANCER

HOLOGRAM I THINK

YOU'D LOVE.

WAIT, WAIT.

IT APPEARS DR. ROYCE

HAS SOMETHING TO SAY.

I'D LIKE TO HEAR IT.

CONTINUE, DOCTOR, PLEASE.

YES, DOCTOR,

BY ALL MEANS,

PLEASE CONTINUE.

THANK YOU.

THE PROBLEM IS THAT

THERE'S A RANDOM ELEMENT

THAT WE CAN'T PREDICT.

IN HALF OF THE TESTS

THAT WE RUN,

THE VIRUS SEPARATES

FROM THE BIOLOGICAL HOST.

IT ONLY SURVIVES FOR

A COUPLE OF SECONDS,

BUT UNFORTUNATELY,

THAT IS ENOUGH TIME

TO MAKE LUNCH

OF A FEW GIGABYTES OF DATA.

I DON'T MEAN TO RAIN

ON YOUR PARADE, MR. JERVIS,

BUT FACTS ARE FACTS.

AND WHAT DO YOU

PROPOSE TO DO

ABOUT THIS...

"RANDOM ELEMENT"?

WE PROPOSE TO FIX IT.

RIGHT, PHILLIP?

WE'RE WORKING

NIGHT AND DAY,

MR. JERVIS.

UM, THIS WAY, MR. OSHIGA.

[CLEARS THROAT]

WHEN YOU WERE

5 YEARS OLD, ALEX,

I TAUGHT YOU

THAT HONESTY WAS

THE BEST POLICY.

DID YOU HAVE TO TAKE IT

QUITE SO LITERALLY?

I KNOW YOU DON'T WANT

TO HEAR THIS, DAD,

BUT WHAT IF

WE CAN'T CONTROL IT?

WHAT IF WE'RE IN

OVER OUR HEADS?

YOU'RE RIGHT, ALEX,

I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT.

[ENGINE NOT STARTING]

DAMN IT.

UH, I CAN PROGRAM

AN IBM MAINFRAME

NO PROBLEM,

BUT GIVE ME AN

ELECTRIC MOTOR

AND I JUST...DON'T--

POP THE HOOD.

THANK YOU.

OK, TRY IT NOW.

[ENGINE NOT STARTING]

OK, OK. OK.

YOUR REMOTE'S SHOT.

GREAT.

WHAT'S MY REMOTE?

IT'S THAT LITTLE THING

THAT'S ATTACHED TO

YOUR CAPACITOR.

OH.

AND THAT'S SHOT, TOO.

WELL,

THAT FIGURES.

UH, DO YOU HAVE

ANY SUGGESTIONS?

HAVEN'T I SEEN YOU

SOMEWHERE BEFORE?

YOU'RE, UH,

YOU'RE SKIP, RIGHT?

YOU'RE HOWARD'S ASSISTANT

UP IN CYBERNETICS.

NICK,

DOWN IN JANITORIAL.

OH. WELL, THAT

MUST BE INTERESTING.

SO, DID YOU CATCH

THE GAME LAST NIGHT?

IS THAT ALL ANYBODY CAN

TALK ABOUT IS THE GAME?

JUST TELL ME ONE THING.

HOW CAN A TEAM GO FROM

FIRST TO LAST IN ONE SEASON?

IT'S CALLED PRACTICE.

YOU WANT TO KNOW

MY THEORY?

LOUSY OUTFIELD.

WHAT ARE YOU

TALKIN' ABOUT?

THEY HAVE

A GREAT OUTFIELD.

YOU KNOW WHAT?

HERE'S WHAT I'D DO.

I'D SWITCH MORRISON

TO THIRD,

I'D LET HASHAGADA

LEAD OFF,

I'D TRADE REDMOP

FOR A GOOD BAT BOY,

AND I'D BRING UP

A COUPLE OF LEFT-HANDERS

FROM THE FARM TEAM.

I MEAN, STATISTICALLY,

BATTERS IN THEIR DIVISION

CAN'T HANDLE SOUTHPAWS, RIGHT?

IT'S SO LOGICAL,

I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT THEY

HAVEN'T FIGURED IT OUT BY NOW.

UH, CAREFUL,

YOU'RE DRIFTING

INTO FOUL TERRITORY.

[HORN HONKING]

OH, SHIT!

IF YOU EVER GET UP

TO RESEARCH AND DEVELOPMENT,

STOP IN AND SAY HI.

WHO SHOULD I SAY HI TO?

DR...UH, HEH.

ALEX.

UH! OK, OK.

OK, OK.

OHH!

MAYBE YOU THINK

I'M A COMEDIAN.

MAYBE THIS IS ALL

ONE BIG JOKE TO YOU.

MY MONEY?!

A BARREL OF

FUCKIN' LAUGHS, HUH?

WELL, I DON'T HEAR

NOBODY LAUGHIN'...

SHITBREATH.

I CAN GET YOU...

2,000.

YOU OWE ME 10 Gs!

THAT MAKES YOU OFF

BY, WHAT?

I THINK WHAT

YOU NEEDS...

A MATH LESSON.

UHH!

UHH!

UHH!

UHH!

AH, YOU MOOKS!

WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YA?

SO, WHAT ARE

YOU WEARING?

Woman: YOU KNOW

WHAT I'M WEARING, KEN.

COME ON, I'VE BEEN COOPED UP

IN A VIRUS LAB FOR 3 DAYS.

HUMOR ME.

WELL, I'M WEARING

A BLUE POLYESTER

R.A.T. UNIFORM

WITH THESE FABULOUS

STYRENE STRETCH SOCKS

AND THE MOST INCREDIBLE

DURAPLASTIC WORK BOOTS.

ARE YOU HOT YET?

I MEANT...UNDERNEATH.

HEH, WELL, IF YOU

WANT TO KNOW THAT,

YOU'LL HAVE

TO BUY ME DINNER.

WHAT?! I TOOK YOU--

HACKERS.

KENJ?

HELLO?

"ERASING AERIAL

GUIDANCE SYSTEM"?!

"SYSTEM FAILURE"?

LOUSY GODDAMN COMPUTER.

NO, GODDAMN IT!

[SCREAMING]

Female computer voice:

WARNING. SKYBUS IMPACT.

[ALARM]

CURRENTLY, THE DEATH TOLL

IN LAST NIGHT'S TRAGIC

SKYBUS ACCIDENT

STANDS AT 47, WITH OVER

A HUNDRED OTHER PEOPLE

SERIOUSLY INJURED.

BAFFLED INTERWEB OFFICIALS

ARE STILL TRYING

TO DETERMINE

WHAT CAUSED

THE RAPID AIR TRANSIT

COMPUTER SYSTEM TO FAIL.

PHILLIP.

THERE'S NO PROOF, ALEX,

THAT OUR VIRUS

CAUSED THIS CRASH.

KENJI WAS ON THE PHONE WITH

SOMEONE AT SKYBUS CONTROL.

COINCIDENCE.

BULLSHIT!

I DON'T HAVE TO TELL YOU

THAT COMPUTER SYSTEMS

FAIL ON A REGULAR BASIS.

THAT'S WHAT OUR WORK

IS ALL ABOUT.

PREVENTING--

PREVENTING HACKERS

FROM DOING WHAT THEY

JUST DID TO US.

SUPPOSE IT HAPPENS AGAIN?

SUPPOSE OUR VIRUS GETS OUT

AND DECIDES NOT TO

COME BACK NEXT TIME?

YOUR FATHER ASSURES ME

IT'S LOCKED UP.

IN AN ELECTROMAGNETIC

CONTAINMENT FIELD.

THE ACCESS CODES ARE

KNOWN ONLY TO MYSELF.

GOOD. THEN THAT'S SETTLED.

NOTHING IS SETTLED,

MR. JERVIS.

PHILLIP, WOULD YOU SPEAK

WITH YOUR DAUGHTER?

I TEE OFF WITH MR. OSHIGA

IN AN HOUR.

I EXPECT THE PROGRESS REPORT

ON MY DESK TONIGHT.

SO, THAT'S IT?

PLEASE, ALEX,

TRY TO UNDERSTAND--

WE CAN'T CONTROL IT.

WE ARE CLOSE TO

A BREAKTHROUGH--

47 PEOPLE--

AND NOTHING IS GOING

TO CHANGE THAT!

I'M AN OLD MAN, ALEX.

IF THIS SUCCEEDS...

THEY'LL REMEMBER ME.

AND IF WE DON'T?

SO, HOW'D IT GO?

TERRIFIC.

47 PEOPLE ARE DEAD,

AND JERVIS WANTS

A PROGRESS REPORT.

I'LL GET ON IT.

[SIGHS]

OH, GOD...

EXCUSE ME.

SORRY ABOUT THE MESS.

THAT'S OK.

THAT'S WHAT I'M

HERE FOR, RIGHT?

DO YOU EVER JUST

WISH YOU COULD

GO BACK IN TIME

AND DO THINGS

DIFFERENTLY?

EVERY DAY.

HERE.

GO AHEAD.

THANK YOU.

UGH!

HOW DO YOU

DRINK THAT STUFF?

PRACTICE.

HEH.

SURE THIS IS

OK, JOHNNY?

I DON'T WANNA GET

YOU IN TROUBLE.

LONG AS YOU SIGNED OUT,

NOBODY WILL KNOW NOTHIN'.

SUPPOSE THAT SCHRECK CHARACTER

COMES LOOKING FOR YOU HERE?

TELL HIM I GOT

TRANSFERRED.

Sportscaster:

4th INNING AT FENWAY,

CUBS LEADING 5-0.

RODRIGUEZ STILL

LOOKING FOR THAT ELUSIVE

FIRST WIN OF THE SEASON.

YOU GOTTA WONDER

RIGHT NOW IF THE

MEXICAN'S BEST DAYS

AREN'T ALREADY

BEHIND HIM...

[STATIC]

NO.

BA-BA-BA-BA-BA-BA-BAAH!

HUH? THINK YOU'RE BAD?

YOU AIN'T BAD.

YOU'RE DEAD,

BUT YOU AIN'T BAD.

LOOKS LIKE IT'S

INVASION OF THE

RUG DOCTORS, JOHN.

MAYBE THEY CAN DO SOMETHING

ABOUT JERVIS' HAIRPIECE

WHILE THEY'RE AT IT.

YEAH, GOOD LUCK.

Female computer voice:

CAUTION:

YOU ARE ENTERING

A SECURED PERIMETER.

LOOKS LIKE THEY

GOT AUTHORIZATION,

BUT I NEVER SEEN

THIS COMPANY BEFORE.

YEAH, I SEE 'EM.

I'LL GO LET 'EM IN.

RODRIGUEZ WITH

THE WIND-UP...

[CRACK]

HOLY MOLY!

LOOKS LIKE IT'S...

IT'S OUTTA HERE!

OH, MY!

NO...

NO!

Computer:

YOU ARE CLEARED TO ENTER.

CHECK.

HELLO.

HI.

NEED YOU TO SIGN IN.

[RAPID BEEPING]

WHERE TO?

FOURTH FLOOR.

THAT'S FUNNY.

AREN'T ANY CARPETS

ON THE FOURTH FLOOR.

SURE YOU DON'T WANT

THE THIRD FLOOR?

[BEEP]

[ELECTRONIC WHOOSHING]

[ARABIAN MUSIC PLAYS]

UHH!

YEAH, YOU WATCH IT.

I'LL BE BACK, OK?

[SILENCED GUNSHOT]

HEY, YOU WANNA DIE?

YOU WANNA DIE?!

MOVE! MOVE!

BYE-BYE!

HA HA HA!

BYE-BYE!

HA HA HA HA!

WHOOO!

HA HA HA HA!

WHOO-HOO-HOO!

COME ON, HURRY UP!

GET OUTTA HERE!

[ELECTRONIC WHOOSHING]

HA HA HA!

HA HA HA!

WHOO-HOO!

GET IN HERE.

THIS IS TRAVIS.

I'M IN THE SADDLE.

HAVE YOU ACTIVATED

THE INTRUDER SYSTEM?

DONE DEAL, COACH.

AIN'T NOBODY COMIN' IN.

AIN'T NOTHIN' GOIN' OUT.

THAT ALL RIGHT

WITH YOU, RAMIREZ BUDDY?

HA HA HA HA!

OUTSTANDING, NUMB.

YOU'RE A GOOD BOY.

Terrorist:

COME ON, GET IN THERE!

[SOBBING]

MOVE IT!

SHUT UP!

WHAT THE HELL?

HEY!

HEY!

SHUT UP!

WHAT THE HELL

IS GOING ON HERE?

GOOD EVENING, DOCTORS.

WHY ARE YOU NOT SMILING?

IT'S A BEAUTIFUL NIGHT.

THIS IS A LAB, NOT

A GODDAMNED SIDESHOW!

WHO'S IN CHARGE?

I AM.

[SCREAMS AND GASPS]

WRONG ANSWER.

GET THE POINT?

AH...DR. ROYCE, I PRESUME.

OH...THANK YOU.

ANYTIME.

AAH!

[MUSIC STOPS]

[MUSIC RESTARTS]

CAN'T WIN FOR LOSING.

NASSIM, LOOK WHAT I FOUND.

ALEX!

HA HA!

STAY.

AND THAT IS...

EVERYBODY.

GOOD.

YOU HAVE YOUR

FATHER'S EYES.

I'VE BEEN FOLLOWING YOUR WORK

ON THE INTERNET.

WHAT A MARVELOUS INVENTION--

THE FIRST BIOLOGICALLY

AUGMENTED COMPUTER VIRUS.

BRILLIANT, DR. ROYCE.

TRULY BRILLIANT.

OF COURSE, THOSE

40 PEOPLE ON THE SKYBUS

MIGHT HAVE A SLIGHTLY

DIFFERENT OPINION.

WHOO! NOW, THAT MUST'VE

KEPT THE CORONER'S OFFICE

BUSY FOR QUITE A WHILE.

OUR VIRUS HAD NOTHING

TO DO WITH THAT.

THAT WAS A COINCIDENCE.

FACE IT, PHILIP.

YOUR SMART VIRUS

OUTSMARTED YOU.

WHAT DO YOU WANT?

FAIR QUESTION.

WE LIVE IN A BRAVE

NEW WORLD, DOCTOR--

A WORLD WHERE

COMPUTERS CONTROL

EVERY ASPECT OF LIFE,

FROM NUCLEAR WEAPONS PROGRAMS

TO TRAFFIC LIGHTS,

GOVERNMENTS,

MULTINATIONAL CORPORATIONS,

THE AVERAGE MAN--ALL SLAVES

TO THOSE INVISIBLE

PULSES OF INFORMATION,

FLOWING THROUGH THE VEINS OF

A WORLDWIDE COMPUTER NETWORK.

BUT IF ONE MAN POSSESSED

A SUPERVIRUS,

AND WITH A SINGLE

PHONE CALL

COULD DISRUPT

THE ENTIRE MATRIX--

INDEED, CREATE

INSTANTANEOUS GLOBAL CHAOS--

THEN YOU WOULD HAVE TO

RECKON WITH THIS MAN,

WOULD YOU NOT?

YOU'RE PLAYING GOD?

AFTER TONIGHT,

GOD WILL BE LUCKY

IF I EVEN RETURN

HIS

PHONE CALLS.

THE QUESTION IS, DR. ROYCE...

DO YOU HAND OVER

THE VIRUS...

OR DO I HAVE TO CREATE

A VERY LARGE HOLE IN

YOUR FRONTAL LOBE?

I CAN'T.

WRONG ANSWER, PHIL.

YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND.

THE VIRUS IS PROGRAMMED

INTO A BIOLOGICAL HOST.

IT CANNOT

SURVIVE OUTSIDE

OF THESE COMPUTERS.

EVEN IF YOU COULD GET IT OUT,

IT'S TOO UNPREDICTABLE.

YOU'D NEVER BE ABLE

TO CONTROL IT.

JUST UNLOCK

THE PROGRAM, DOCTOR.

I'LL WORRY ABOUT

THE DETAILS.

OH, SHIT.

DEV, ROUND UP

THE GUYS.

I WANNA BE

OUT OF HERE

IN 15 MINUTES.

HEY, JOHNNY...

SORRY TO BOTHER YOU.

I WENT TO TAKE A LEAK

AND LOCKED MYSELF OUT.

LOOKS LIKE RODRIGUEZ'S

BIG COMEBACK AIN'T

WORTH SHIT, HUH?

HEH HEH...HMM?

JOHNNY?

JOHNNY--

JOHNNY!

NO...

JOHNNY.

[ELEVATOR CHIRPS]

THIS JOB GETTIN'

TOO EASY FOR ME, MON.

WE KNOCK ON THE DOOR,

AND THEY OPEN IT WIDE.

BOOYAH!

LIKE TAKING CANDY

FROM A BABY.

HA HA HA!

SHOULD'VE LISTENED

TO YOU, ALEX.

IT'S TOO LATE NOW.

MAYBE NOT.

[KEYSTROKES]

[COMPUTER ALARM]

NO!

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

IDIOT!

COME HERE, RUNT!

HOW MUCH TIME

DO WE HAVE?

ONE HOUR.

WHO KNOWS

THE ABORT SEQUENCE?

THE MAN YOU

JUST MURDERED.

AND WHO PROGRAMMED

THE SYSTEM?

[SNARLS]

NO...NO...

[SOBBING]

SO...YOU CAN BREAK

YOUR FATHER'S CODES.

AND JUST LET YOU

WALK OUT?

TO BE OR NOT TO BE?

THAT IS THE QUESTION.

IT'S A SIMPLE EQUATION,

DOCTOR--

IF THE VIRUS DIES,

YOU ALL DIE.

AND IF YOU GET IT?

THEN WE ALL LIVE

HAPPILY EVER AFTER.

NOW, YOU'VE GOT

57 MINUTES.

TRAVIS TO NASSIM.

WE'VE GOT US A STRAY.

WHO?

LOOKS LIKE A JANITOR.

SHIT.

I THOUGHT YOU SAID

YOU GOT EVERYONE

ON THE LIST.

I DID GET EVERYONE

ON THE LIST.

EXCEPT

THE JANITOR.

SHUT UP!

DEVON.

WHAT?

MOP IT UP.

SHIT.

UHH!

HOO-HA! HA HA!

YOU IN THE WRONG PLACE

AT THE WRONG TIME,

JANITOR BOY!

OK, WHO ORDERED

THE JANITOR SANDWICH?

ME.

BASEMENT!

SHIT!

SO, WHAT DO YOU

THINK, NICK, HUH?

I THINK YOU'RE FUCKED.

THAT'S WHAT I THINK.

DEVON.

GRRR!

HOW CLOSE?

I-I'VE DECIPHERED

THE FIRST SEQUENCE.

THERE'S 2 MORE.

EXCELLENT, DOCTOR.

JUST KEEP REMINDING

YOURSELF--

"IF THE VIRUS DIES,

I DIE."

Devon: NASSIM,

I LOST HIM.

WHAT?

I LOST HIM.

DEV, GET YOUR ASS

BACK HERE.

NUMB...

WATCH HER.

MY FATHER WAS

A SCIENTIST, TOO.

NEURO-PSYCHIATRY.

YOU SEE, PUSSYCAT...

ONE DAY...

THERE I WAS...

JUST SITTIN' THERE...

CUTEST LITTLE BUNDLE

OF JOY YOU EVER DID SEE.

AND ONE INCISION...

RIGHT HERE...

RIGHT HERE.

[SKIN SIZZLING]

BINGO!

HA HA HA HA!

NO MORE PAIN.

YOU LOST A JANITOR?

MAYBE HE SHOULD STICK

TO CARPET CLEANING.

THERE'S NO WAY

HE COULD'VE GOT OUT

OF THAT BASEMENT,

NASSIM. NO WAY.

TRAVIS.

YEAH?

GO INTO THE COMPUTER

AND BRING UP THE VENT SYSTEM.

ROGER.

HEH HEH.

YOU GOT IT?

GOT IT.

YEAH. NOW KEY INTO

THE HEAT SENSORS.

YOU BETCHA.

TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE.

HEH HEH!

JANITOR MEAT.

YEAH. WELL, WHY

ARE YOU STILL HERE?

NASSIM WAS RIGHT.

YOU GOT YOUR

FATHER'S EYES.

THOSE MUST BE

YOUR MOTHER'S.

LISTEN, NUMB...

I'D LOVE TO WATCH YOU

MUTILATE YOURSELF

SOME MORE, BUT...

I HAVE TO GO

TO THE BATHROOM.

YEAH?

AIN'T THAT

TOO BAD?

I CAN'T CONCENTRATE

ON THE CODES, NUMB.

YOU KNOW HOW IT IS.

MOVE YOUR ASS!

YOU GOT 2 MINUTES, PUSSYCAT.

MAKE IT COUNT.

DO YOU MIND?

NOT AT ALL.

Travis over radio:

HEY, DEV, ONCE YOU'RE IN,

HEAD STRAIGHT AND TAKE

YOUR FIRST RIGHT.

DOC, I'M HERE.

NICK?

WHAT ARE YOU DOING

HERE, NICK?

I'M ON A PACKAGE TOUR.

WHAT'S IT LOOK LIKE?

NICK, WE'RE IN TROUBLE.

YEAH, I KNOW.

WHAT DO THEY WANT?

OUR VIRUS.

OH, GREAT.

NICK, HE KILLED

MY FATHER, THAT

SON OF A BITCH.

WHAT?! WHO?

I DON'T KNOW.

SOME--SOME WEIRD GUY.

HE'S GOT HORRIBLE EYES

AND WHITE HAIR.

HE LOOKS LIKE

A LAB RAT ON STEROIDS.

NASSIM.

YEAH.

HOW DID YOU KNOW?

IT DOESN'T MATTER.

LISTEN, ALEX,

WHATEVER YOU DO,

DO NOT MESS WITH THIS GUY.

YOU UNDERSTAND?

YOU DON'T HAVE

TO TELL ME THAT.

I HAVE LESS THAN

AN HOUR BEFORE THE

VIRUS SELF-DESTRUCTS,

AND THEN KENJI--

EVERYBODY DIES, NICK.

IF YOU GIVE HIM

WHAT HE WANTS,

HE'LL LET YOU LIVE?

IS THAT WHAT

YOU'RE SAYING?

WHILE MILLIONS

ON THE OUTSIDE DON'T.

I GOT NEWS

FOR YOU, DOC.

YOU'RE GONNA BUY IT

EITHER WAY.

I KNOW HOW THIS GUY

OPERATES.

THEN YOU HAVE

TO STOP HIM.

I

HAVE TO STOP HIM?

I HATE TO DISAPPOINT

YOU, DOC,

BUT I'M A JANITOR.

I MOP FLOORS.

BEING A HERO WAS NOT

IN THE JOB DESCRIPTION.

YOU WANT ME TO CHANGE

A LIGHTBULB?

I'LL CHANGE

A LIGHTBULB. FINE.

Numb: TIME'S UP,

PUSSYCAT.

COMING!

[TOILET FLUSHES]

NICK, WE DON'T

NEED A JANITOR.

WHAT?

DO YOU WANT

THE JOB OR NOT?

I'LL STALL THEM

AS LONG AS I CAN.

LET'S GO,

PUSSYCAT.

ALL RIGHT.

[GROAN]

THIS IS KILLING

MY BACK, MON.

I DON'T LIKE

THIS PLACE, DEV.

WHY WE GOT TO GO CHASE

THIS JANITOR, MON?

Travis: HE'S ON THE MOVE.

[CLUNK]

UNHH!

ALL RIGHT!

JANITOR BOY MUST'VE

CAUGHT YOU SLEEPIN'

ON THE JOB, EH?

GET HIM!

Travis: HEY, SAL,

HE'S STRAIGHT AHEAD.

SAL, YOU SHOULD

BE RIGHT ON HIM.

HE'S RIGHT THERE.

WHAT THE HELL?!

AAAH!

AIEEEEE!

AAAAAAH!

AAH! AAH! OHH!

AAAAARRGGHHH!

UHH! ARGGHH!

IS THIS WHY I BROUGHT

YOU ALONG, DEV,

SO YOU COULD GET

YOUR NOSE BROKEN?

BY A JANITOR.

LISTEN, YOU--

ENOUGH!

DEVON, FIND THE JANITOR

AND KILL IT.

I HAVE ENOUGH

DISTRACTIONS.

Sportscaster: WELL,

HERE IT IS, THE TOP

OF THE SIXTH,

AND THE NEPTUNES ARE

TAKING A POUNDING.

SHIT.

SUPPOSE IT ISN'T

A JANITOR.

WHO?

I DON'T KNOW.

SUPPOSE IT ISN'T.

MEGHAN,

GO WITH DEVON.

HAVE FUN...

BUT BE CAREFUL.

IT'S GONNA FEEL

SO GOOD.

YEAH, I KNOW.

WE'VE GOT COMPANY,

NASSIM.

TRAVIS, PATCH ME IN.

I WANNA SEE WHAT'S GOING ON.

Computer: YOU ARE ENTERING

A SECURED PERIMETER.

PLEASE IDENTIFY.

Nassim:

DEACTIVATE IT.

PERIMETER DEACTIVATED.

HEY, JOHNNY,

HOW ABOUT A BREAK, HUH?

YEAH, OUR TREAT.

WE GOT SOME FINE

GOURMET CUISINE HERE.

LOOK, WE GOT

CHOCOLATE CHOCOLATE.

WE GOT ECLAIRS.

WE GOT, UH, RASPBERRY

CREAM FILLING.

WE GOT MAPLE BARS.

WE GOT, UH,

HONEY-DIPPED.

WE GOT A BLUEBERRY SHIT

THAT BILL PICKED OUT.

NOT TONIGHT...

FELLAS.

GOTTA WATCH...

THE CALORIES.

COME ON, JOHNNY.

LIVE A LITTLE.

JOHN...

WIFE SAYS I'M

TOO FAT AS IT IS.

[MUFFLED]

UP HERE! HEY!

I DON'T LIKE

BLUEBERRY.

IT'S A HOLOGRAM!

YOU WANT THE ECLAIR,

DON'T YOU?

YES, I DO.

OK, YOU READY?

YEAH.

OK...1, 2, 3.

WAIT A MINUTE.

JOHN DOESN'T HAVE

A WIFE.

Computer: WARNING:

POWER FAILURE.

WARNING: POWER FAILURE.

BOB, CHECK THIS OUT.

EMERGENCY POWER

ACTIVATED NOW.

WRONG MOVE, SHERIFF.

JESUS H. CHRIST!

HEH HEH!

YEEHAH!

WHOO-HOO!

OUTSTANDING.

TRAVIS...

YOU JUST EARNED

"EMPLOYEE OF THE MONTH."

DAMN.

NOW, WHERE IS OUR VIRUS?

Travis: HE'S IN 8409.

I'M THERE.

[BEEP]

CODE...BLUE.

LOOKS LIKE WE'RE

ON OUR OWN, PEDRO.

Computer:

YOUR REPLICATORS ARE READY.

REPLICATORS?

Computer:

YOUR REPLICATORS ARE READY.

WHERE ARE YOU?

I'M AT THE LAST SEQUENCE.

GOOD. MAYBE YOU'LL LIVE

A LONG LIFE AFTER ALL.

WHAT'S WRONG?

THE ENCRYPTION CODE--

IT ISN'T WRITTEN

IN MATHEMATICAL TERMS.

A RANDOM, 9-LETTER CODE?

CHRIST, THAT COULD

BE ANYTHING!

COME HERE,

YOU LITTLE SHIT.

YOU SEE THIS MAN?

NOW TRY TO PICTURE HIM

WITH HIS BRAIN SPLATTERED

ALL OVER THAT TERMINAL.

DO YOU HAVE AN IMAGE

IN YOUR MIND, DOCTOR?

YES, I DO.

GOOD! BREAK THE CODE,

DR. ROYCE,

NOT MY HEART.

[SOTTO]

9-LETTER CIPHER.

IT HAS TO BE--

I KNOW WHAT

IT IS, KENJI.

GODDAMN IT, NICK,

WHERE ARE YOU?

Nassim: WHERE

IS OUR VIRUS?

HE'S CLOSE.

I CAN SMELL

THE FLOOR WAX.

JANITOR BUG:

NORTH CORRIDOR.

BEHIND YOU, DEV.

EAST CORRIDOR!

EAST CORRIDOR!

REEF IN THE

WEST CORRIDOR.

HE'S MINE!

NORTH CORRIDOR.

MAKE UP YOUR

GODDAMN MIND!

WHAT THE HELL?!

HOLD YOUR FIRE!

HOLD YOUR FIRE!

AAAAH!

HERE'S YOUR JANITOR,

BULLETHEAD!

UHH!

TIME TO GO TO SLEEP!

[MACHINE GUN BURSTS]

[SIRENS]

Dispatcher:

291, RESPOND.

291, RESPOND, PLEASE.

[SIRENS]

[GROANING]

PLEASE...

HELP ME...

[SOOTHING]

SURE, DEV...

I'LL HELP.

LOVE TO.

NUUHHNN--

GAAH!

OHH!

[SIRENS]

[SCREECHES]

ALL RIGHT.

EVERYONE STAY BACK

TILL I TELL YOU TO MOVE!

AAH!

J.P., WHAT DO YOU GOT?

MURPH FOREIGN

INTRUSION SYSTEM,

500,000 VOLT

PERIMETER CANNONS,

FAIL-SAFE BACKUP GENS.

ANYBODY TRY TO GO IN?

YEAH, 2.

HELL OF A WEEK

TO QUIT DRINKING.

[MUFFLED SCREAM]

[TRANSMITTER BUZZES]

Nassim: MEGHAN?

MEGHAN,

WHAT'S HAPPENING, BABY?

WHAT'S HAPPENING IS

YOUR DRAGON LADY'S

HANGING UPSIDE DOWN.

ANY MORE QUESTIONS?

JUST ONE.

WHO IS THIS?

[MUFFLED SCREAMS]

YOU DON'T KNOW?

EH?

THIS IS THE JANITOR.

I DIDN'T KNOW THEY

TAUGHT GUERRILLA WARFARE

AT JANITOR SCHOOL.

THEY DON'T...

NASSIM.

Radio:

RODRIGUEZ WITH THE PITCH.

IT'S A POP FLY TO CENTER!

REDBOUER GOING BACK,

AND HE MAKES THE CATCH!

ANDERSON TAGGING UP.

Nick: YOU READY?

REDBOUER THROWS

TO HOME PLATE, AND...

HERE WE GO.

HE'S OUT OF THERE!

[MUFFLED SCREAMS]

ADIOS, AMIGO.

[MUFFLED SCREAM]

Transmitter:

TRAVIS TO NASSIM.

WHAT?

GOT SOME BAD NEWS.

DEV?

LOOKS LIKE HE'S DEAD.

AH. HOW?

I DON'T KNOW.

JANITOR?

YEAH.

SHIT.

HUH.

LOOKS LIKE YOU'VE GOT

A LITTLE VIRUS PROBLEM

OF YOUR OWN.

YEAH?

AAH!

STOP IT!

Sportscaster:

WHAT I'M SEEING

I DON'T BELIEVE.

THE NEPTUNES ACT

LIKE THEY REALLY

WANNA WIN THIS GAME.

GO, TEAM.

WHO IS THIS GUY?

WHO IS THIS JANITOR?

I DON'T KNOW A JANITOR.

LIAR!

HIS NAME IS NICK.

THAT'S ALL I KNOW.

I SWEAR.

THAT'S BETTER.

TRAVIS?

Travis: YEAH?

BRING UP THE PERSONNEL FILE.

ROGER.

START WITH THE JANITORS.

YOU BET YA.

GUY'S FIRST NAME IS NICK.

AH...

NICK JAMES.

NICK. NICK.

I USED TO FUCK A GUY

IN PRISON NAMED NICK.

NO. THAT WAS NICK JONES.

NICK JAMES.

DOES IT HURT, OFFICER?

I'LL TELL YOU

WHAT I'M GONNA DO.

PROVE TO YOU

I'M NOT SUCH A BAD GUY.

I'M GONNA PUT YOU

OUT OF YOUR MISERY.

FUCK YOU.

NO. FUCK YOU.

YOU'RE DEAD.

[ELECTRONIC BUZZ]

Dieter: LIEUTENANT HORNING,

THE PROBE IS ACTIVATED.

I'M SENDING IT IN.

[ELECTRONIC PULSE]

CYCLOPS

IN POSITION?

JA.

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

ROPE THAT LITTLE STEER, BOY!

JAMES, ARE YOU THERE?

CONGRATULATIONS, NASSIM.

WHAT DID YOU DO,

LOOK UP MY FILE?

I'M GONNA MAKE THIS

VERY SIMPLE FOR YOU,

JANITOR JAMES.

I'M SITTING IN A ROOM

FULL OF VERY HELPLESS,

VERY FRIGHTENED PEOPLE.

IN A MOMENT, ONE OF THEM

IS GOING TO CONTRACT

A .44 CALIBER

SINUS INFECTION.

TO AVERT THIS TRAGEDY,

I SUGGEST YOU COME DOWN HERE

AND PRAY THAT I FORGIVE YOU.

AND EVERYONE LIVES

HAPPILY EVER AFTER, RIGHT?

IT'S UP TO YOU.

I REMEMBER MAKING

A DEAL LIKE THIS

ONCE BEFORE, NASSIM.

A LOT OF GOOD IT DID ME.

A LOT OF GOOD IT DID NANCE.

A LOT OF GOOD

IT'S GONNA DO THOSE PEOPLE.

YOU ARE PLAYING

A DANGEROUS GAME, JANITOR.

SO ARE YOU.

GET OUT.

OH, MY GOD!

THERE.

YOU'RE TAKING THIS

TOO SERIOUS, JANITOR BOY.

REEF DON'T WANNA HURT YOU.

WHAT DO YOU SAY

WE GO SMOKE US

A NICE SPLIFF TOGETHER?

WHY YOU DON'T

LIKE ME SMOKE?

I GUESS THEN

I GOING HAVE TO KILL YOU!

[SCREAMING]

[GRUNTS]

JANITOR MAN?

[REEF SCREAMS IN PAIN]

[ELECTRONIC BUZZ]

WE ARE ON THE INSIDE.

ALL RIGHT.

LET'S SEE WHAT WE'VE GOT.

YOU, YOU'RE STALLING.

I'M GOING

AS FAST AS I CAN.

YOU LYING--

NASSIM.

YEAH, TRAVIS.

HE'S HEADED FOR THE LAB.

NUMB.

ERASE THIS PISSANT.

Nassim: GO ON.

COME ON. COME ON!

WE'RE RUNNING

OUT OF TIME.

ZOOM LEFT.

A LITTLE CLOSER.

STOP.

CARPET CLEANER?

WHAT HAVE WE GOT?

SOME KIND OF WHACKO

ON THE LOOSE?

[WHISTLING]

WHOO!

MISSED ME!

HOLD IT THERE.

[GRUNTS]

READY OR NOT,

HERE I COME.

[GRUNTS]

PEEK-A-BOO.

[LAUGHS] YOU'RE IT.

COME ON.

COME ON OUT.

GIVE ME THE GUN.

GIVE ME THE GUN.

GIVE ME THE GUN!

OH!

[GRUNTS]

[GASPS]

[LAUGHS]

[GRUNTS]

AAH.

FEELS GOOD,

DOESN'T IT, HUH?

I THINK IT'S TIME

TO FINISH THIS PARTY.

WHAT DO YOU THINK, HUH?

[CHOKES]

[GRUNTS]

SUCK ON THIS.

GO IN.

OOH.

NASSIM,

HE'S OUTSIDE THE LAB.

SHIT.

Cyclops: STOP! THIS IS

POLICE PROBE CYCLOPS.

WELL. WELL. WELL.

LOOK WHO'S HERE.

ZERO, ZERO,

"S", "G".

LAY DOWN YOUR WEAPON.

YOU ARE A SUSPECTED

PERPETRATOR.

WHAT?

LAY DOWN YOUR WEAPON.

WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME?

SCHEISSE!

Horning: WHAT'S HAPPENING?

THIS CRABBY MAN

SHOT MY PROBE.

THIS IS

POLICE PROBE CYCLOPS.

YOU HAVE ASSAULTED

POLICE PROPERTY.

SURRENDER IMMEDIATELY

OR FACE TERMINATION.

I'M THE GOOD GUY,

YOU STUPID MACHINE.

YOUR RESPONSE

IS INAPPROPRIATE.

THE GUYS YOU WANT

ARE IN THERE.

LAY DOWN YOUR WEAPON.

[ENGINE STOPS]

[SCREAMS]

COME ON. COME ON.

COME ON.

SHIT.

[GRUNTS]

[CREAKS]

[CLICKS]

YOU'RE NEVER

GONNA BELIEVE THIS.

A POLICE PROBE JUST

CURED OUR JANITOR VIRUS.

YES!

BYE-BYE, JANITOR!

COME HERE!

ALL RIGHT, DOC.

THE TIME FOR GAMES

ARE OVER.

NOW BREAK THE CODE!

THAT'S IT!

YOU KNEW IT

ALL THE TIME, BITCH!

YES!

WE'RE IN.

MEGHAN.

PREPARE THE ASSIMILATOR.

[MOANS]

[CREAKS]

Radio: BOTTOM OF THE NINTH,

CHICAGO LEADS 12-10.

NEPTUNES ARE 3 RUNS AWAY

FROM THE BIGGEST COMEBACK

IN CLUB HISTORY.

[RADIO STATIC]

Announcer: AND NOW A WORD

FROM OUR SPONSOR.

NICK?

DOC.

NICK, ARE YOU OK?

COULD BE WORSE.

WE'RE ONLY DOWN BY 2 RUNS.

[SIGHS]

SOME COMEBACK, HUH?

NO!

[GASPS]

DOC?

DOC.

NO!

[VIDEO TAPE REWINDS]

WAIT A SECOND.

WELL. WELL. WELL.

LOOK WHO'S HERE.

I KNOW THIS GUY.

HE'S COMING IN AND OUT OF

SMITTY'S PLACE ALL THE TIME.

MAJOR LEAGUE BOOZER,

EX-COP.

WHAT?

JESUS,

WHAT'S HE DOING?

BURNING OUT.

GET ME A S.W.A.T. TEAM

HERE, J.P.

YESTERDAY!

Officer:

KEEP YOUR HEADS DOWN.

JERRY!

Officer: LET'S GO!

HUT, HUT, HUT, HUT!

YOU SAY THIS GUY'S

AN EX-COP?

YEAH. HE USED TO

WORK DETECTING TEAM.

CRACKED UP AFTER HE GOT

HIS PARTNER KILLED ON A BUST.

BEEN FIRED TWICE

FOR DRINKING.

ANY HOSTAGES?

JUST A LOT OF BODIES SO FAR,

AND I DON'T WANT ANY MORE.

I WANT THIS GUY, JERRY.

[BEEP]

LINK UP!

[ELECTRONIC HUM]

AAH!

[GRUNTS]

OH!

[METAL CREAKS]

[NICK SCREAMS]

READY, MEGHAN.

WHAT INTRIGUED ME ABOUT

YOUR FATHER'S DISCOVERY

WAS HIS BIOLOGICAL

COMPONENT...

HENCE, THE ASSIMILATOR.

MEGHAN WILL

DOWNLOAD THE VIRUS

INTO A COMPUTER CHIP

INSIDE MY BRAIN.

AND WHEN YOUR BODY

REJECTS IT?

RISK IS A STEPCHILD

OF ADMISSION, DOCTOR.

IF MY SYSTEM

REJECTS THE VIRUS,

I DIE.

BUT IF IT DOESN'T,

THE VIRUS AND I

BECOME ONE.

I WILL BE ABLE

TO CONTROL IT AT WILL...

DIRECT IT WITH

MY THOUGHT WAVES ANYWHERE...

AT ANY TIME.

[ELECTRONIC PULSE]

AAH!

Sportscaster: SWING...

AND IT'S A MISS.

THE COUNT'S 3 AND 2.

IT'S ALL RIDING ON

THE MEXICAN'S SHOULDERS NOW.

AND, HEY,

I'LL SAY ONE THING,

WIN OR LOSE,

YOU COULDN'T HAVE WRITTEN

A BETTER FINISH.

WHAT DO YOU THINK

OF THIS COMEBACK, BOB?

WELL, FRANK, FRANKLY,

I DON'T BELIEVE IT.

THE NEPTUNES STILL HAVE

A LONG WAY TO GO

TO GET BACK TO TOP FORM.

AND WITH OVER HALF

THE SEASON GONE...

OK, JAMES.

FULL COUNT.

AGHH...

AHH...

IT'S HOLY.

COME ON...

S.W.A.T.!

LET THEM COME.

Radio: MALLOY

WINDS UP TO THROW.

RODRIGUEZ BETTER

REACH WAY DOWN.

COME ON, PEDRO.

HERE'S THE PITCH...

SWING!

RUN! RUN!

RUN! RUN!

RUN! RUN!

RUN! RUN!

NO!

MY RADIO.

HAH!

SENTRY SYSTEM OFF.

ALL RIGHT.

LET'S GO.

WE JAMMIN' NOW.

OK! ELEVATOR!

HOLMAN!

WE TAKE THIS ONE

FOR INSURANCE

AND LET THE OTHER

ONES LIVE.

BUT THEY'RE WITNESSES.

PRECISELY.

THE ONLY WITNESSES

TO WHAT OCCURRED

HERE TONIGHT.

ARE YOU OK, BABY?

NEVER BETTER.

COME ON.

NICK!

CLEANUP TIME.

SHIT.

STAY.

DROP IT!

AAGH!

AAH!

[SCREAMING]

THEY'RE FALLING DOWN!

WHAT'S HAPPENING?

MOVE 'EM OVER THERE!

HELP HIM!

HOLD HIM DOWN!

WHAT'S HAPPENING?

COME ON.

STOP IT!

STOP--

HEY! KNOCK IT OFF!

[ENERGY CHARGE]

JAMES. THAT SON

OF A BITCH.

COME ON, LET'S GO.

YES.

JAMES!

END OF THE LINE,

PARTNER.

NO! UHH!

I'M TELLING YOU,

YOU GOT

THE WRONG GUY!

UHH!

WHAT HAPPENED, JAMES?

SMITTY CUT OFF

YOUR TAB?

THE GUY YOU WANT'S

OUTSIDE, DAMN IT!

A HELLUVA WAY TO WORK OFF

YOUR FRUSTRATIONS!

GET THIS PIECE OF SHIT

OUTTA HERE!

HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!

WE GOT A SUSPECT!

OFFICER DOWN!

EVERYONE TAKE COVER!

WHERE'S IT COMING FROM?

FROM UP THERE!

FREEZE!

JAMES!

BOOT UP.

DISPATCH, COME IN.

Police radio:

GO AHEAD, PHOENIX.

IN PURSUIT OF SUSPECT

HEADING WEST ON

OLD SCHOOL ROAD.

SUSPECT IS DRIVING

STOLEN UNIT.

REQUEST A TRACE.

ON YOUR KNEES.

YOU'RE VERY FORTUNATE,

ALEXANDRA,

TO BE HERE ON SUCH

AN AUSPICIOUS OCCASION.

IN 2 MINUTES,

I WILL HAVE FORMED

A DIRECT LINK

WITH EVERY MAN,

WOMAN, AND CHILD

ON THE FACE

OF THE PLANET.

TELEVISION,

SATELLITE,

COMPUTER NETWORKS.

TOGETHER, THEY WILL

SIMULCAST MY MESSAGE

TO THE ENTIRE WORLD.

THE SECOND COMING

IS HERE!

ALL NATIONS WILL KNEEL

BEFORE THEIR NEW MASTER

OR SUFFER HIS WRATH!

YOU'RE INSANE.

PERHAPS.

I CHOOSE TO THINK

OF IT AS...

ACUTE AWARENESS.

[MANIACAL LAUGHTER]

OBSERVE, MY DEAR.

IT'S COMING.

SUBMIT, JAMES,

OR THE WHORE

WILL PERISH.

YOU GOT A BAD HABIT

OF KILLING MY FRIENDS,

NASSIM.

STILL BLAMING ME

FOR YOUR PARTNER,

OFFICER JAMES?

LET US BE HONEST

WITH OURSELVES.

YOU HAD A CLEAN SHOT,

JUST LIKE SHE SAID.

BUT YOU LOST YOUR NERVE.

OH, I PULLED

THE TRIGGER,

BUT YOU KILLED HER.

DON'T BE TOO HARD

ON YOURSELF,

JANITOR JAMES.

YOU CAN'T HELP

WHO YOU ARE.

IT'S SIMPLE GENETICS.

FAILURE IS ENCODED

IN YOUR DNA.

NOW...DROP YOUR WEAPON,

SLAVE.

DROP IT!

OH, MY GOD.

IT'S OK.

IT'S OK.

IT'S ALL RIGHT.

OH, MY GOD.

IT'S SPREADING.

WHAT?

THE VIRUS--

IF IT GETS OUT,

IT'LL AFFECT EVERY NETWORK

IN THE WORLD.

THERE WON'T BE

ANY GOING BACK.

WE HAVE TO STOP IT.

HOW?

HOW CAN WE DO THAT?

MY PROGRAM.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

I'M HACKING INTO

THE DATABASE AT QRL.

I WROTE A PROGRAM

AFTER THE SKYBUS CRASH.

IF I CAN RETRIEVE

THE PROGRAM,

MAYBE I CAN INITIATE IT

FROM HERE.

HURRY.

AHH...

AHH...

ALEX.

[LAUGHING]

OH, GOD.

I AM THE LIGHT

AND THE WAY!

I AM THE KINGDOM

AND THE GLORY!

I AM ETERNAL!

YEAH, RIGHT.

COME ON.

YOU SHALL HAVE

NO OTHER GODS BEFORE ME!

THAT'S IT.

THERE IT IS.

[GROANING]

AAAH!

OHHHH!

WE DID IT.

WE ERADICATED IT.

IT'S OVER.

JAMES.

WHAT CAN I SAY?

WHEN I'M WRONG,

I'M WRONG.

WHEN YOU SEE SMITTY,

TELL HIM

I SAID "HI."

HEY, HORNING.

TELL HIM YOURSELF.

PARTNER.

OFFICER JAMES.

WELCOME BACK.

THANKS.

OFFICER.

YOU WOULDN'T KNOW

WHO WON THE GAME

TONIGHT, WOULD YOU?

Alex: I DON'T

BELIEVE IT.

BELIEVE IT.

HOMERED IN THE NINTH?

I GUESS HE WAS TIRED

OF LOSING.

THEY STILL NEED

AN OUTFIELD.

THEY GOT A GREAT OUT--

OK, FINE.

THEY NEED SOME HELP

IN THEIR OUTFIELD.

NOW WILL YOU STOP

BUGGING ME?

NEVER.

Alex: YOU WANT TO KNOW

MY THEORY?

James: CAN WE TALK

ABOUT THE WEATHER

OR SOMETHING?

ONLY MORRIS IS A NATURAL

THIRD BASEMAN.

SINCE WHEN?

SINCE HIS ROOKIE YEAR.

HE BATTED A .370.

YOU SWITCH HIM TO RIGHT,

AND THE GUY'S A BUM.